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Believe it or not, I can be very tolerant. Of friends. Of idiocy. Of unintended slights and tactless people causing havoc by just spewing from the mouth.
But I have had enough of something. And I have kept pretty quiet about this for a long time.
You. You don't know who you are because you think you don't hurt people.
You say things in mixed company that I'd rather not share. You see me a certain way because I am not always like you. You look down on me, and have said things I would hesitate to repeat.
I have gone home thinking less of myself because of remarks from you.
I have shared that hurt with others. I have felt ashamed.
And I have found out that the entire time you looked down on and talked down to me, you should've looked in the mirror first.
You didn't tell me. That hurts, after I have been the one you came to for questions you were afraid of. But ultimately, that's fine. You have secrets; don't we all? Even me, who you think can't keep her mouth shut.
The condescension is where I cannot let this go. The hypocrisy. You lied to me, for a long time. And degraded me while you did it. And I let you, because I thought that I wasn't a good girl. I thought you had a RIGHT to look down on me.
But you don't. You never had that right.
And I can't trust you anymore, and I don't think friends treat friends the way you've treated me. So you aren't my friend.
Believe it or not, I can be very tolerant. Of friends. Of idiocy. Of unintended slights and tactless people causing havoc by just spewing from the mouth.
But I have had enough of something. And I have kept pretty quiet about this for a long time.
You. You don't know who you are because you think you don't hurt people.
You say things in mixed company that I'd rather not share. You see me a certain way because I am not always like you. You look down on me, and have said things I would hesitate to repeat.
I have gone home thinking less of myself because of remarks from you.
I have shared that hurt with others. I have felt ashamed.
And I have found out that the entire time you looked down on and talked down to me, you should've looked in the mirror first.
You didn't tell me. That hurts, after I have been the one you came to for questions you were afraid of. But ultimately, that's fine. You have secrets; don't we all? Even me, who you think can't keep her mouth shut.
The condescension is where I cannot let this go. The hypocrisy. You lied to me, for a long time. And degraded me while you did it. And I let you, because I thought that I wasn't a good girl. I thought you had a RIGHT to look down on me.
But you don't. You never had that right.
And I can't trust you anymore, and I don't think friends treat friends the way you've treated me. So you aren't my friend.